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When it came to fancy events, George always wore a type of suit, maybe a dress shirt and a tie, nothing out of the ordinary. Recently, however, he’s been seeing a lot more boys in stereotypical feminine clothing. He can’t deny the thought did something for him, at least a little. His secret Twitter account supplied him with more persuasion than he needed… but he couldn’t. The only party or formal events he went to were public, all eyes would be on him and his friends. That spotlight naturally came with being an internet celebrity with over 10 million subscribers. Especially now that he was in Florida, finally with Dream and Sapnap, everyone would be looking for more content to feed them while the wi-fi was still down at the dream team house.
One night through scrolling endlessly he accidentally found himself on a nsfw Twitter account aimed at him and his friends. Normally, he never would have found something like that because the CC’s themselves are blocked, but no one knew this account was George’s. It was weird to think about when he first stumbled across it randomly but eventually, as he thought about it more, it made more sense. Well, maybe not, but the more he looked into it the more he actually sort of enjoyed what he found.
It was weird to think some random fan from the internet found some porn clips or suggestive pictures and associated it with him or Dream or any other one of his friends. Most of them didn’t do too much but every now and then a picture of a thinner boy in a skirt or thigh thigh socks, even just women’s underwear would pop up and he was lost in a spiral after that.
Seeing fans speculate his sexuality wasn’t new, most of the time he didn’t run into it so he was fine, he didn’t have to address any of the rumors. If he dressed how those pictures and clips made him want to, he wouldn’t even be able to shut down any rumors no matter how hard he tried. So he started small and in private. He searched for girly lingerie online and hoped for the best once it arrived. He ordered a pack of smaller sized underwear for girls and hoped it would look ok. Obviously, he wore those under his clothes, no one had to know about it.
Contrary to popular belief, Dream and George were not dating. They had gotten into some awkward situations and gotten kinda close but they were not dating. Not even Dream knew about this new style change that George hid from the world. That was until one fateful accident. George had gotten a new package in the mail, more clothes he stumbled upon and thought he might like to own. Dream had noticed the sudden increase in packages that had been arriving to the house but had the decency to not open one up without permission.
As soon as the package arrived George took it up to his room and shut it quickly behind him. Dream was sitting on a couch close to the front door, George needed to make sure he wasn’t following first, he didn’t want anyone, and he meant anyone, finding out about this. At least not until he was ready.
He was safe and sound in his room, alone. He opened the box and out slid a new package of some lace trimmed underwear and a small matching A cup bralette. Along with that he had a few other miscellaneous things that he could say he ordered in case someone caught him. He took out the set and held it in front of him in his full length mirror. He was ready to put it on and quit waiting, he was feeling impatient. So he did, he put it on and took a bit of time to just admire himself in the mirror. All that time of fans calling him pretty really did something for his self confidence. When you hear it enough you start to believe it. He ran his hands down his bare sides as he locked his sight onto the way his waist curved in above his hips. The small hourglass figure he had was something he liked to look at when he could.
Dream got tired of being curious and l got up to go knock on George’s door. The knock startled George at first, he wasn’t really in the best attire to be talking to someone in person. “Hold on!” George yelled, scrambling to grab any piece of normal clothing he could. He slipped a large t-shirt over his head that ended just above his knees.
The door quickly opened after a few seconds, surprising the taller boy who was waiting just outside, “Hi.” Dream awkwardly smiled.
“What do you need?” George quickly cut to the chase.
“I- um.” Dream tried to quickly come up with some excuse to be there, he hadn’t really thought this through, “I needed your help carrying something.”
“Like what?”
“In the kitchen, I wanted to make dinner and I needed someone to help me with it.”
“That’s a completely different task than helping you carry something, Dream.” George looked at him skeptically.
Dream rushed to think of an excuse, “uh yeah, I need someone to help me carry ingredients for dinner.” He quickly grabbed a hold of George’s hand, “right now.”
“Wait! Dream!”
Dream dragged George down the stairs and to the kitchen. There was no way George was getting out of this alive. Luckily for Dream however, he already had dinner planned. He was already prepared to make something. He never needed help with dinner so this was probably weird for George but he was on a mission.